WHY SOME PEOPLE ARE MADLY IN LOVE WITH POETRY

the only thing that is real is that which you believe exist

There is nothing more mysterious in life than when we talk about LOVE. How does it happens is still a matter of discussion among scholars.  When people talk about being in love, most especially with an object or a concept, people wonder what they mean by that . Poet/poetess have expressed their opinion on how they love poetry which was gathered in a poetry weekly challenge organized by Nigeria Poets and Writers. Poetry is a form of language in which people describes their feelings in a more deeper codified and descriptive way. 

©️Adeogun Adefolake

I love poems 

I love writing poems

I love creating words

I love making words forms

Cause 

I speak through my poem

I touch life's through my poem

I talk through my poem

I encourage through my poem

I pass message through my poem

I educate through my poem

So 

I love poetry

Writing make me happy

Writing gives me joy

Writing make me creative

I love poetry

Cause 

Am all about poem

I'm full of poem


©️Raji Aishat

My love for poetry is boundless

Which I cannot express with words

Which I cannot explain in a year

But make noise to their ears

Shrieking them with my pen


My love for poetry is unlimited

Which no one can put in anchor

But listen to the thrilled rhythm

And follow the thrilled words

Sprinkling to their mind to make a change

Directing them to the right path

Pivoting them to action

Until they change their mindset


My love for poetry is strongish

Making an elephant bow

Bow to praise the words of the ancient bard


My love for poetry is enormous

I transform lives with my pen

Impact with my quill

Make the weak strong

Strong like an ox

And crowned like a king


©️Theophilus Katon Chidonku


I can't speak 

I am eloquent

Have tried to pass across 

A message to the world 


The world needs to hear of me

My generation needs to hear my voice 

But there was no means 

To communicate


Then I fell in love with poetry

And I discovered my pen 

Could speak faster than me 


My lips became mute

And now 

Am in love with poetry

Am in love with the poetic world 

Were men of great intellectuals 

Are raised 

Am in love with poetry



©️Awudu Chidonku


When I realised i was 

gifted with creative writing

And swimming in pool of poetry vision

I fall in love with poetry

I love poetry


My wits are been unleashed 

To the world through my words 

My lips are soften to speak in 

Written discourse 

I love poetry


I found joy untying my mind 

With my bleeding pen to a 

Hard world which I found my self 

It gives me joy when my 

Spirit is high on writing


I love poetry



@Mary Dorcas Sanni



Poetry is my world, it defines who I'm. Poetry runs in my vain giving me confidence to rule and reign.


I love poetry for it's my voice, the poetic words I speak comes with life and hope.


I love poetry, with no doubt it has made me a winner in my own little way.


I love poetry for it has taught me how to bring words to life.


©Omoniyi Hadassa

Poems need your listening 

Though I'll do the reading 

And though it has the rhyming 


You need to feel the feelings

Hope my word is touching 

And I hope it will leave you smiling 


I love poetry 

 






©Fortune Uwaezuoke

Long and lonely nights

With no one to turn to

But pernicious smiles I hoped to hold on to

Left blazing knives in my beating heart


I could lurk inside the waves 

To bring my trust across the boarder lines

But then, my ink inbetween my fingers and my diary right on my table

I find the world around me falling back into space and beauty

Oh! I love poetry


Alas, it came right in face-splitting smiles

Just above my ink-colored paper

It is not just a continuum of endless horizons

Poetry is an art of unthinkable beauty; all magnificent and extra

It is the rhythm and the color of our perfect imaginations

Oh! I love poetry

@fortunewrites


 (C) Mabel Nkechi Odo

                  MY LOVER

Poetry my lover cares like my owner,

She delves dip in my darkest corner,

Flash a light of insight in my inner,

And keeps me warmer like a mother.


Distressed by my daily duty,

I'm placated by her perpetual piety;

Her real realistic reality,

Diverse and adventurous fidelity,

Keeps me in love with her beauty,

As she strokes my nerves with her balm of creativity.


Like a dietician, she dishes me daring diet;

My heart flow like milk in my ink,

With disarming decorum of eagle's feather in my ink,

She deck my mood with good look in book,

And avail me to dine &wine with noble poets.


We kept prudent pace as we tango,

Sad souls dance gleefully to our drumming lyrics;

My love, if you were a soul ever,

I would be your body over and over,

Powerfully possessed by your love forever.


© Chika Hyacienth Agumah

Judiciously may my confession be placed bare

To attest how I swim the swing of letters


How I bleed from my ink carrier, trying to place more wound on the sky of the unGodlys'


If not for poetry how could I..

Poetic warrior I'm bestowed in the land of words where letters own royalty


Now I bit evil with words

And the fearless quake on the radiation of my lines,

It's poetry's doing.


©Dexterous Daniel


POETRY, I LOVE YOU 


In the ocean of arts, 

I caught you for the love, 

You made me to swim

In acting a script for love, 

O poetry, I have fallen for you. 


Poetry, your compared me

With metaphors and similes, 

Raise me with hyperbole

And I'm better with euphemism, 

Oh, poetry, you coloured me. 


I will forever die to you, 

As love is unending daily night, 

So I will lick your flavours

And remains a Son of art, 

The art of lines and stanzas. 


Oh! Poetry, my shatters are gathered

Just by a verse, you told me

By a sip of words, our belly mountained, 

O, I love you, Poetry! 


@Nehemiah I Sumi


I LOVE POETRY


life of an adventurer, a trip beyond the realms of men

My heart is a wonderland that can only be accessed by the queen of beauty, poetry

She holds the key to that marvel land 

where its realities are seen as miracles in the land of men

How miserable I would have been without her! Poetry

Though I'm physically free without her I would have been in prison

She taught me to express myself beyond the horizons of human reason 

So, if loving her is the worst crime I would proudly commit treason

She is the essence of my existence my favorite of all seasons.


✍️Abdallah


MY LOVE FOR POETRY


I love poetry,

Upon it skeleton,

Consisting of line length, stanzas, punctuations and sentence structures,

One reflect with one another.


I love poetry,

Upon it repetition of similar sound,

Regular movement of bits play around,

It emphasis upon word or group of words compound.


I love poetry,

where ideas are express,

Either of romantic, legendary, didactic, joy or satirical.


I love poetry,

Where mostly words are chosen for their sound,

And upon it image suggest,

Not just of it obvious meaning,

Why not my love goes to the world of Art? 

The sea of imagery?

And the company of symbolism?


         -leonardo


PRIEST AND THE LOVER

Thus is the life ,

Life of a priest and a lover,

Come oh ye listeneth, 

And hear ye he it's epistles.


At sunrise the priest yearns

At noon the lover dreams,

At eve the two twines, 

In fabulous thoughts of luv.....


                                 

𝑰_𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆_π‘·π’π’†π’•π’“π’š

𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒋𝒆𝒆𝒅 ✍️


π‘·π’π’†π’•π’“π’š π’Šπ’” π’Žπ’š π’˜π’π’“π’π’… 

π‘ͺπ’‰π’‚π’π’ˆπ’† π’•π’‰π’Šπ’π’ˆπ’” 𝒐𝒏 π’Žπ’š π’π’˜π’ 

π‘«π’†π’π’Šπ’—π’†π’“π’†π’… 𝒂 π’Žπ’†π’”π’”π’‚π’ˆπ’† π’˜π’Šπ’•π’‰ π’‰π’Šπ’” 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒍 


𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 π’‘π’π’†π’•π’“π’š 𝒇𝒐𝒓 π’Žπ’š π’π’Šπ’‡π’† 

𝑰𝒕 π’„π’‰π’‚π’π’ˆπ’†π’… π’Žπ’† 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’Žπ’š π’•π’Šπ’Žπ’† 

π’Šπ’• π’ƒπ’†π’‚π’–π’•π’Šπ’‡π’š π’Žπ’† 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’Žπ’š π’Žπ’Šπ’π’… 

π‘·π’π’†π’•π’“π’š π’Šπ’” π’Žπ’š π’˜π’π’“π’π’… 


𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 π’‘π’π’†π’•π’“π’š π’˜π’Šπ’•π’‰ π’Žπ’š 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 

𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 π’‘π’π’†π’•π’“π’š π’˜π’Šπ’•π’‰ 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 

𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 π’‘π’π’†π’•π’“π’š π’˜π’Šπ’•π’‰ π’Žπ’š π’˜π’π’“π’… 


𝑰𝒕𝒔 π’”π’–π’ƒπ’π’Šπ’Žπ’† 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕 

𝑰𝒕𝒔 π’†π’„π’•π’‚π’”π’š 𝒕𝒐 π’π’†π’ˆπ’π’†π’„π’• π’‘π’π’†π’Ž 

𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 π’‘π’π’†π’Ž π’˜π’Šπ’•π’‰ 𝒂𝒍𝒍 π’Žπ’š π’π’Šπ’‡π’† πŸ‘Œ.



𝑰_𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆_π‘·π’π’†π’•π’“π’š

(C) Afrose Saad

Bangladesh


Open the door of mind 

To flow the untold words 

Such a cascade is rising 

Drenching my whole earth

I try to see the beautific sights

A mesmerized tone is heard

Hello!!!! Sweet heart-- how are you

My name is Poem--- I can give you magic spells

What an outstanding feeling 

I never imagine 

I make a friendship with spiritual power

It gives me the magic of palatial tower

I love the inner sense of poem

My heart feels the eternity over turbulence 

From that moment--- nothing can break my bonding 

Me with my beloved Poem--- such a wonderful team



𝑰_𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆_π‘·π’π’†π’•π’“π’š

@ Aaron Angela


Under the tree I sat

Staring at it

Wanting to say something to 

But it stayed still

Seems it wasn't ready to hear me speak

I really wanted to speak to it

As there was no one to speak to

The whole world seems to be too busy for themselves

Not ready to know about the well being of others


The tree still gave me deaf ears

"Please hear me out"!

I screamed but it stood still

I was so desperate to pour it out 

The pains where eating me up

The wounds where getting wider 

I needed to reduce the burdens


If only it can just hear me speak even for a second

Then will my soul rejoice

For it has known freedom


At that time the tree shook

There wasn't any breeze, neither was there fast air

But it shook even harder and faster


Just then a sheet flew out of it

Falling down to the ground

Stopping right on my laps

It was empty and whitish

What does this signify?


a pen flew out

Landing on my legs 

I picked it up

Knowing well that the tree wasn't deaf nor dumb

I started pouring out 

Telling it about my feelings

Right there it became my friend

I told it all my hidden secrets in an ironic way

Using metaphor to make it clear.

Then I called it poetry a quality that evokes emotions in any medium.


© Nwachukwu precious .N.

     Gossipers


In the morning they gathered round themselves like immatures children, talking about people own problems and other irrelevant issues.


They don't talk at the front of their opponents, but rather prefer to talk about them at their back.


When they are caught and those they gossips heard about it they pretends and even fight a guilty fight they know of.


They have a particular site

 That people knows them as their regular place, where their mouth goes in this direction and sound Chirp - Chirp - Chirp - Chirp like the sound of a lonely and weary bird.


At the end they all fought and begins to talk about what they have took their times to talk about everyday.


Oh what a life!!!!

Gossipers what an uncalled and boring title a person should be given and called.


Love Poetry 🌹🌹🌹

Cristina Juanite
πŸ‡΅πŸ‡­Philippines


Love poetry is speaks of Love, passion and affection ,it binds with strong emotion of feelings that speaks with your heart .

Your thoughts and feelings from the heart. 


Love poetry shares about your happiness with your passion, it express your love a love that you can't express through your bleeding ink you express the power of your strong feeling and emotions that give satisfaction with your passion. 


Love Poetry can cure the pain and distress it helps you to brought out the feelings and ease the pain through your pen .Even your heartbreaks it's your pen bleed not your teary eye, it speaks with your πŸ’”brokenness, let the ink bleed and ease the. pain in your heart.. 


Love Poetry it speaks with unconditional love ,the love for your passion ,giving inspiring verse that could touch someone's heart ,let the bleed of your pen go with the flow by the power of your ink you can spread the love through your pen. 


Love poetry can teach us the reality of Love ,how it is wonderful to be in love ,there is no such good thing happened in this world rather by being in love through your pen ,you can speak with your heart and your soul .




©️David Chikaodili Nwifuru



I love poetry

the creativity of Arts

the giver of deep thought

you are unique among other genres of literature


your stanza is filed with wisdom

the epitome of beauty is your name

you are a soul builder and healers are of broken hearted


It is you that I love, 

you can are the eldest of the three

still you are ever green day in day out

you are the beauty of Art.


©Adam Olasunkade (Adam_Wyce_the_poet) 2021

...THE POET...


Deep in thoughts 

Always trying to pen some words 

Leaning against the wall 

Having a conversation with the gods 


The ink spraying profusely 

The mind never settled 

Writing with honesty 

The mind never troubled 


From the North to the South 

From the west to the east 

From the depth of my heart 

I spray on my path 


Proud to beat my chest 

Call me a poet 

The ink will never dry 

That's my prayer point 


L'AMOUR LA POESIE


           MY DEAR POETRY

OH MY OH MY

When I Discovered You,My Life Changed Beautifully.

An Intense Deep Affection

Am deeply Connected and Committed

I Speaks Through You

I Explore Through You

I Conquer Through You

My Silents Words Describes me To You

Your Rythmic Qualities Of Language

Makes Me Nearer To A Vital Truth Than History

The Sense, Philosophers The Intelligence Of Humanity.

You Comes From The Highest Happiness

Just Like Creation Of Beauty In Words

You Just Like The Brightest Star In The Sky

        

𝑰_𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆_π‘·π’π’†π’•π’“π’š

Happy Best Nwaorg


I love poetry, it is my light, my world and everything.

I love much because you have taught to learn, unlearn, and relearn.

Through you I have learnt to wiser, smarter, intellectual and outspoken.

You are my world, my sunshine, and my mirror, my morning stars and my roses.

You make me think, reason beyond my imagination and with you the world is viewed from afar.




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